Green shadows dance, in secret glades,
Weaving spells of wonder and a different age.
Hearken they say, to the Wild Things,
Tales fall to the ears of those who listen,
Of Mystic beasts and lost ways.
Of secrets rich and loamy,
Filled with magic and mystery,
Peace and slow summer days.
Green shadows dance, in secret glades,
Weaving spells of wonder and a different age.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Travels From My Imagination
PuisiA collection of poetry from my imagination. From love poems to poems set in Fantasy worlds there is something from pretty much every genre. I will be posting one poem a week!
